It was an emotional day for me. I spent the morning fighting with my soon-to-be- husband. I told him I didn't want us to make a mistake. The poor man had to put up with some serious crazy.
I got my hair done and rushed to get a manicure and pedicure. By the time I got back to the hotel the make-up artist had already started doing my mom's makeup. Then the water works stared. I cried for a good thirty minutes. It was a mixture of missing my family, cold feet, and the idea of something being so final. I also felt very alone.
Needless to say I was an hour late for the ceremony. The judge had been waiting over 45 minutes and all the paper work was done. The only thing missing was my father's signature. That's right. My father's signature, not mine. We arrived at the house and I immediately got pulled into a chair. I watched as my father signed the marriage contract and recited the vows with my husband. I watched them get me married.
I was in disbelief. The whole thing took less than 3 minutes. Next thing I know I'm being showered with congratulations.
I still don't believe it. People need to stop calling me Mrs.
Nothing changes. We still live in different countries. It won't feel final till after the wedding in October.
I'm sorry this post is weird. It kind of shows you what's going on in my head. All I can say with conviction is I married my best friend, and I love him.
I'll post pictures of Friday when I get them.
5 comments:
Congratulations! I hope you will be happier than you can possibly imagine! Happy Wedding, Bundt Cake!
Thanks Siege!
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Congratulations to you and your (handsome) husband! There's nothing like marrying your best friend. I wish you an eternity of happily ever after.
Thank you Susie!
Hend, I love your blog and your honest comments. So you are married! Just remember, you don't have to get along EVERY MINUTE or agree on EVERYTHING in order to be a happy couple. When Wendell and I tied the knot, we had to take a "class" first, a sort of pre-nuptial couples counseling run by an old, married couple (well, they seemed old at the time!). The advice that came up again and again was about communication. It came up so often Wendell and I started joking about it... we were like, yadda, yadda, yadda. But that has turned out to be the truth. When we communicate with each other, and take the time to both explain and listen to each other, we don't stay mad or upset. So there you have it. COMMUNICATION. IS. THE. KEY. In two months we will celebrate our 18th anniversary. I wish you two all the best :-)
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